HONEYWELL - BARNSLEY (DRAFT)
The area known as Honeywell, featured in my childhood, my grandma Annie Hebden lived in John Edward Street, where she lived with her family of Mum and Dad, her sisters, as follows Ada (known as Dolly) being the eldest, then came grandma, then Alice, then Mary (known as Polly), Elizabeth (known as Tiddy), the last sister was called Eva, she also had two brothers, John and Richard. Unfortunately I know very little about grandma's family, other than her father was called Richard and her mother was called Sarah nee Conduit, Sarah was born in Manchester. How she came to live in Barnsley, I do not know, maybe it was when she married Richard. I can remember Great Grandma Hebden, she died in 1946, my mother used to take me to see her and I was always scared stiff. She lived with her daughter, Dolly and I can never remember seeing her out of bed, she had very long white hair which draped over her shoulders, she always reminded me of a witch, this may seem disrespectful but it was how I honestly felt. Her husband Richard had died some years before and whilst at his graveside at his funeral, his son, Richard (known as Dick) said, " I shall never get over this", he was nineteen years old. Within three weeks, the family were standing at Dick's graveside, the poor lad had had a carbuncle on the back of his neck, blood poisoning set in and it killed him.
The Hebden family had a very hard life along with the rest of the people in those days, I have already mentioned in an earlier chapter that Grandma went to work at the age of thirteen at Taylor's Linen Mill, which was situated on Peel Street, Barnsley. Auntie Dolly was one of the kindest people I knew, she hardly ever went out because she was so ashamed of her size, it was wonderful to be cuddled by her, she was so soft and welcoming, my main memory of her is that she was always baking.